Chapter 8 - The Shopping Trip
Mistress Lotta decreed that slave piglet should remain celibate for a period of
no less than one month as punishment for his lack of control over his leaking
penis. She also enforced a strict practice regime for the slave, so he could
become more obedient to her wishes by learning to control his lusts. This
regime consisted of him being permitted to enter her presence with his penis
free, when she was either entirely nude, or dressed in highly erotic finery.
The slave, of course, was required to enter her presence in the humiliating
fashion described in the last chapter. Towards the end of the training period
slave piglet was also required to make his demeaning entrances for Mistress
Lotta's dominant friends as well, to demonstrate to them his growing control
and, of course, to further humiliate and degrade him.
On each occasion that the head of the slave's stiff penis showed even the merest
hint of moisture around its slit, a further day was added to his punishment. In
the event, slave piglet's period with no sexual relief was finally extended to
six weeks. During this period Mistress Lotta in no way reduced her own
pleasures, in fact she seemed to increase the amount of time her slave spent
servicing her voluptuous charms with his highly talented, and completely servile
tongue. They visited the club regularly, but slave piglet was not allowed to
perform on stage.
Mistress Lotta commented to her closest friend, Mistress Desire, and to her
lover, Master Frederick, that her slave's punishment had actually fitted in well
with their plans. Slave pussy was in Switzerland having her operations. Master
Frederick had found a hormone surgeon who had informed him that he had developed
treatments that would cause slave sow's already massive breasts to grow at least
a third as big again. He had placed the slave in the doctor's care to have her
complete the course of treatment, and it was, coincidently, to take six weeks.
Master Frederick commented, when he informed the others of his intentions for
slave sow, "A slave's tits can not be too large as far as I'm concerned. The
bigger they are, the more submissive the slave becomes, the more entertaining
she becomes when she performs for you, and the more humiliated she is when her
betters tease her about the sheer obesity of her huge tit balloons." The
others, of course, fully agreed, Mistress Desire saying, "When little pussy gets
back I'll have to think about sending her to this miracle worker of yours. Her
little tits could certainly do with some beefing up."
So life went on for the bizarre little group. Towards the end of his six week
training come discipline period Mistress Lotta decided to send slave piglet out
to shop for some new slave costumes. He was to go to the same shop where he had
had his first experience in submission to his Mistress to purchase these items.
Mistress Lotta gave him explicit instructions as to how to behave during this
expedition, and what he was to buy, "Slave piglet," She said, "You are to
submit to the shop Mistress as if she were me, and undertake any task she may
require of you while you are in her premises. You are to select four domestic
slave costumes, and one for formal wear. You will model each costume and seek
her approval of it. I will be ordering a chauffeur driven limousine to take you
to the shop, and to bring you back when you are finished. You will be permitted
to wear your track suit when in public, but once you are in the limousine or in
the store, you will strip it off so that your slave status is on full display.
Finally," She concluded, "You will offer the driver the services of your mouth
on both the outward, and homeward journeys. Is everything clear, slave piglet?"
She asked.
The kneeling slave was blushing prettily by the time his instructions had been
fully related, and he answered his owner with a quiver in his voice betraying
his acute embarrassment, "Yes, darling Mistress Lotta," slave piglet replied. "I
will follow your instructions to the letter and strive not to disgrace you in
any way. I live to serve you, my precious Mistress."
The day of the shopping excursion arrived and, after attending to Mistress
Lotta's customary morning requirements, slave piglet was sent off to prepare
himself for the tasks ahead. His brain was filled with eager anticipation at
the degrading acts he was going to perform on this day. He was actually quite
looking forward to seeing the strange, highly dominant, Mistress at the shop
again. He felt a thrill of delight when he remembered how she had so humiliated
him on that first day, and he couldn't wait to show her what an immaculately
submissive slave he had become since that fateful day. He took special care as
he shaved his nude body, so that not even one unsightly hair could be found to
mar the sheen of his smooth skin. He locked on a clean chastity, and felt the
normal submissive thrill while he packed his long, limp penis into the tight
confines of its cone, and worked its bulging head through the small hole at the
apex of the cone. His large, swollen testicles ached slightly when he pushed
them through the elasticised hole at the base of the penis cone. They had not
surrendered any semen now for almost six weeks, and the slave suffered the dull
longing need that now persistently permeated the big sex eggs during every
waking minute.
Slave piglet enclosed his narrow waist in a pink satin garter belt with sexy
lacy trim, flushing with shame at the sensual feel, and the obviously feminine
nature of the erotic material on his skin. He smoothed pink silk stockings up
each of his muscular legs, snapped the garters to their lacy tops, and checked
to ensure that the stocking seams, at the backs of his legs, were scrupulously
straight. He then strapped eight inch heeled pumps on his feet. The slave then
sat before the vanity mirror and began to apply his make-up. He glossed his
lips scarlet and worked on his eyes, and their long, feminine lashes with
brilliant pink eye shadow and black mascara. He finished off by applying a
light blush to his smooth cheeks. Slave piglet next carefully rouged the
tender, stretched skin of his swollen testicles, applying the cosmetic evenly
but heavily, and finally the servile slave delicately painted the satiny skin of
his penis head with bright scarlet lip gloss.
He stood up and surveyed his bizarrely clad body, and flushed hotly with
humiliation at the soft, feminine sight that reflected back at him. Oh how he
loved to dress his body up this way. How sensually submissive it made him feel.
How he loved his domatrix so, for subjecting him to such unrelenting shame and
disgrace for his masochistic delight, and for her imperious pleasure. It was
with these sensations dominant in his mind that he heard her call that the car
had arrived. He quickly donned his track suit, making sure that its collar did
not hide his own supple leather slave collar, and that its sleaves were not
pulled down over his wrist cuffs. When he was satisfied with his appearance he
rushed out to join his Mistress, arriving just as the doorbell chimed.
"Off you go, piglet." Mistress Lotta said to him with a mocking smile. "Be
sure to behave yourself, and remember my instructions." The excited and
thrilled slave knelt and kissed the satin covered mound of his Mistress' sex
reverently, sniffing deeply at the sensual aroma it exuded and replied. "I
promise to behave like a slave of yours should. I love you, Mistress Lotta,
with all my heart. I long for all who see me to know that I am your willing and
utterly submissive slave." He rose to his feet before his beaming Mistress and
turned to open the door. He raised his downcast eyes fleetingly, to have one
final glance at the voluptuous woman he had subjugated his will so happily to,
and then moved quickly out into the passageway. As he quietly closed the door
his heart ached a little, as it always did when he left the close proximity of
his Mistress.
A young man, dressed in a chauffer's uniform, opened the rear door of the big
car for slave piglet. His face bore a slightly bemused look as he took in the
heavily made-up features of his quite obviously male passenger. He though to
himself, with a shake of his head, that this must be one of those cross dressers
he had read about. By the time he had got in behind the wheel slave piglet had
already stripped off his track suit, and his bizarre;y adorned body was fully
displayed to the shocked young man. The young driver gasped out loud and
exclaimed, "What the..." "It's all right Master," slave piglet quickly cried,
anxious not to have a scene so close to Mistress Lotta's home. "I am a sexual
and bondage slave to my Mistress. I adore her and am happy to have all who come
in contact with me, know that is my status, and serving her is my reason for
living. I wear my slave's uniform with pride and joy for all to see." The
driver shook his head in disbelief at the weird vision in the back seat and
mumbled, "Each to his own, I suppose." started the motor of the big car, and
drove off.
About midway through the trip slave piglet, cheeks burning with delicious shame,
asked the still disbelieving driver, "Would you like to have me suck you
beautiful penis for your pleasure, Master?" The driver, startled by this break
in silence scoffed, "What do you think I am, a faggot or something, you queer
bastard!" "Oh, no! Master!" Slave piglet responded quickly, "I am not
homosexual. But as a sexual slave I have been trained to serve members of
either sex. My Mistress has had me extensively schooled in the art of fellatio.
Some Masters I have served," slave piglet added quickly, thinking to himself
that a white lie might be permissible in encouraging the reluctant driver, "have
said that they consider my mouth to be the most talented they have ever
experienced. I beg you, Master, permit me to serve you."
The driver could not believe his ears and, despite himself, he could feel the
beginnings of an erection growing in his trousers. As a professional driver he
had come across numerous offers of sex from passengers, but never anything like
this. He wrestled with his emotions. Part of him wanted to have nothing to do
with this weird creature. Another part of him, however, wanted to experience
what the guy was offering. It was really a fixed argument. His penis, by now
straining to break out of his pants, saw to that, and he called back to his
passenger, "Wait til we get to our destination, then I think I'll take you up on
your offer."
Slave piglet blushed furiously under his make-up, but his submissive pulse raced
with elation at the driver's decision. He would be able to report to his
Mistress that he had served the man, as was her wish. He duly reacted with true
slave-like devotion, "Thank you, Master. I look forward to tasting your
wonderful penis, and long to be permitted to drink the luscious cream I'm sure
it will flood my devoted mouth with." They drove on again in silence. The
driver's erection throbbing with desire, and the slave's hot mouth beginning to
water in eager anticipation of tasting it.
As soon as the big car stopped, adjacent to the sex shop, slave piglet asked the
driver to join him in the spacious rear compartment of the limousine. By the
time the young driver had entered the car again slave piglet was on his knees
eagerly waiting. He asked the excited young man to sit before him with his legs
well spread. The slave then carefully unzipped the man's fly and extracted his
hot, swollen penis and hairy, bloated testicles from the humid confines of his
trousers. The slave looked up at the man and smiled, "You have a wonderful big
penis, Master. I'm honoured that you are allowing me to worship it." He
whispered erotically, and then kissed the ripe, moist head of the pulsating
organ tenderly.
The kneeling slave kissed passionately up and down the length of the drivers
penis, and cupped his swollen testicles gently in his hands, sensually rolling
the tender eggs around with his attentive fingers. "You have lovely, big, hot
balls, Master, I yearn to be allowed to taste their divine issue." He
continued, and then kissed each of the squirming eggs adoringly. Slave piglet
next used his long, hot, wet tongue to wash the heated orbs passionately, before
wetly laving the throbbing stem of the man's steel hard penis with it in long,
erotic strokes. The seated driver sighed with pleasure while the kneeling slave
lapped his burgeoning organ so skilfully. The slave himself emitted mewls of
delight when his supple tongue finally washed over the ripe plumb of the penis,
and his eagerly waiting taste buds were inundated with the rich, musky flavours
of the man's excited sex.
Slave piglet drew a deep breath, then plunged his gaping mouth down over the
hot, palpitating organ, engulfing the entire rigid stalk into his warm mouth.
He launched his head forward while inch after inch of the throbbing penis
disappeared into his oral cavity, not stopping the downward lunge until his
heavily made-up face was buried in the man's pubic hair, and his crimson painted
lips were crushed up against the youth's pelvic bone. When he had achieved this
the man's excited penis was buried half way down his stretched throat, and its
swollen, pulsing head was being sensually milked by the adoring slave's working
throat muscles.
The man's little cries were now of sheer delight. He had never experienced
sexual ecstasy such as he was now feeling under the influence of this weird
creature's wonderfully talented mouth and tongue. The clever slave's hot,
wriggling tongue washed his deeply buried penis constantly, while his throat
massaged the dripping head lasciviously. After a few minutes of this action
slave piglet began to slowly bob his head up and down. He used his keen tongue
to lap the throbbing sex stem with each slow plunge, and each time the juicy
head was fully buried in the depths of his gulping throat, it was subjected to
such exquisite suckling sensations that the young driver thought it would
explode from sheer ecstasy. All the while the slave used his fingers to gently
caress the man's agitated testicles, to increase his pleasure even further, if
that were possible.
The driver's hands were soon entangled in his slave lover's long silky hair, and
he was using them to guide the slave's busy mouth with ever increasing vigour as
his passion grew. Slave piglet, sensing that climax was approaching when the
penis he worshipped so diligently grew even hotter, swelled and began to jerk
uncontrollably, increased the passion of his oral caresses. He drew his mouth
back until only the pulsing penis head was still inside it, and concentrated all
of his tongue's sensual expertise on its juicy flesh. He used the fingers of
one hand to stroke the stem of the throbbing penis, while his soft tongue worked
its magic on the silky head, and he ardently massaged the man's squirming
testicles with the busy fingers of the other.
The driver could take no more. He shrieked in ecstasy while his excited penis
began to squirt its cream into the slave's still avidly working mouth. His
penis gushed and gushed, filling slave piglet's adoring mouth with streams of
rich, aromatic semen. The slave savoured the piquant liquid, sloshing it around
in his mouth erotically, before swallowing it with a sense of humiliating pride
washing over his kneeling nudity. He drank from the spurting penis joyfully for
what seemed an age before the man's orgasm eventually began to ebb. Once this
was apparent, slave piglet made sure to squeeze every last drop of the luscious
liquid from the wilting organ he had sucked so lovingly, and cleansed it of all
remaining evidence of the man's climax.
When he was satisfied slave piglet withdrew his face from the man's groin, and
carefully, almost reluctantly, replaced his now flaccid penis back in his pants,
having placed one final, devoted kiss on its sated head before he did. He
looked up at the contented man with a sly smile and said, "Thank you, Master.
Thank you for allowing me to adore your beautiful penis. Thank you for
permitting me to savour your delicious cream, to feed my yearning belly with the
succulent juices of your lovely testicles." The driver looked down at the
kneeling slave, his breathing not yet back to normal, and commented, "You were
right about one thing I'll admit. You are certainly pretty good at that."
Slave piglet glowed with pride at the man's praise, and began to don his track
suit again for the short walk from the car to the shop.
He left the privacy of the car and walked quickly to the shop, his high heels
clicking on the pavement as he went. The car would return for him in three
hours. He entered the outer door of the shop and the attendant looked up from
her seat. She looked quizzically at the male for a couple of seconds before
recognition shone in her violet eyes. "Well, well." She smirked. "What have
we got here." Slave piglet blushed as the tall transsexual got up and opened the
security flap to let him in. Slave piglet stripped off his track suit
immediately he was safely inside the store, and fell to his stockinged knees
before the tall, commanding domatrix. She grinned at his erotic, yet demeaning
costume and asked, "What do we call you now, swine?" The kneeling slave
replied, "I am slave piglet, Mistress. Sexual and bondage slave to the divine
Mistress Lotta. May I greet you, as she has taught me to greet all my
superiors, please Mistress?"
The tall attendant smiled down at the kneeling man slave and replied, "Yes,
little piglet. That would be nice." The dominant wore a black leather gown
with a skirt that was split from waist to hem both in the front and back. Her
long legs were encased in sheer silk stocking, also black, and her feet were
shod in six inch heels. The happy slave leant forward and reverently kissed the
toes of her shoes, then each of the spike heels. He then squirmed the torso of
his kneeling body around, carefully drew her leather skirt aside to reveal the
creamy skinned mounds of her lithe bottom cheeks, split down their alluring
centre by her G-string, and tenderly kissed each svelte cheek, and then crack
between them over the place where he surmised her anal ring to be nestling.
Then he moved his torso back to her front and split the skirt there to reveal
the supple leather pouch that contained her substantial genitals. He leant
forward and kissed the pouch with devotion before allowing the skirt to fall
back into place.
"To what do we owe the pleasure of this visit, little piglet?" The Domatrix
asked. "My Mistress has commanded me to purchase slave costumes, Mistress," he
replied. "Four for domestic use, and one for formal wear. I am to select them,
and model each for your approval. I also beg you to use me for any task you
might wish me to perform while I am in your honoured presence, Mistress." "OK,"
The attendant said, "Follow me." She moved off, with the slave crawling along
behind her, to an alcove in the rear of the store. Once they had entered this
area slave piglet could see that it was draped with heaps of erotic female
lingerie. "Make your selections and let me know when you are ready to model
each, piglet." she said and then left the slave to do his choosing.
Slave piglet quickly chose the domestic costumes, two pink and two white. Each
had nylon stockings with erotic patterns on them, and the garter belts were of
differing designs. He donned the first of them, ensuring that the seams of the
stockings were arrow straight, and called out, "I am ready to model the first
costume, if it please you Mistress?" The domatrix ordered him to proceed, and
slave piglet pranced out into the shop, like an excited school girl, to show off
his erotic finery. He walked up and down, pirouetting sexily, to show off his
body to best advantage for the watching dominant. "That looks OK." she said and
then commented, "That's a nice chastity belt you have on, piglet. By the looks
of your swollen balls you haven't cum in quite a while, have you?"
Slave piglet blushed scarlet and stammered, "My Mistress is disciplining me for
errant behaviour by keeping me celibate Mistress." "I see, and what did you do
to deserve your punishment, slave?" "I was unable to control my worm when she
allowed it to be free in her glorious presence, Mistress. It leaked its putrid
ball scum at the sight of her incomparable charms. She is training me in self
control while I am serving my sentence. My worm hasn't leaked in her presence
for three weeks now, or in the presence of others when she has commanded me to
whorishly display it to them to further test me." "Well its an entirely
appropriate punishment, pig. Slaves have to learn that their duty is to serve,
not to be looking out for their own lustful pleasures any time they are
permitted some freedom. Get on with your choices."
Slave piglet rushed back into the lingerie alcove and replaced his costume. He
modelled each of the domestic uniforms in turn, and only had to replace one
outfit to meet with the dominating attendant's approval. On a couple of
occasions the slave was mortified to find that the boutique had other customers
who were also invited to inspect the slave's choice of costume from time to
time. He was filled with delicious degradation as he pranced and rolled his
hips sexily, shaking the smooth nude cheeks of his muscular bottom, framed so
erotically in pink satin and lace, at them for their sensual enjoyment.
He chose a scarlet ensemble for formal wear. The stockings were of the fishnet
type favoured by street prostitutes, and the lace trimmed silk garter belt was
designed to sit low on the hips, and was equipped with a sluttishly overbearing
number of six garters per stocking. Slave piglet felt perfectly lewd dressed in
this finery and was flushing furiously while he modelled it for the attendant,
and two other females who were in the store at the time. "Why have you chosen
scarlet, swine?" One of the domineering woman demanded. Slave piglet blushed
crimson, and stuttered out his reply, "Mistress, scarlet is the colour most
favoured by sluts and harlots. My Mistress has trained me to be the most
debauched slut, and utterly depraved harlot imaginable when she shows me off in
public." While he answered the humiliated slave rolled and shimmied his captive
penis and bulging testicles wantonly at the mocking woman.
The Mistress took all of slave piglet's purchases and wrapped them up ready for
him to take them home. There was, however, still almost two hours to go before
he was to be picked up, so she decided to have some fun with him, and to really
test the depths of his submission. The boutique had a private viewing booth
where small live shows were given for the pleasure of dominant customers. It
operated sort of like a peep show, no audience participation, just voyeuristic
enjoyment. Customers were, however, encouraged to masturbate while they watched
the shows, and a large, clear plastic bowl was provided for them to deposit the
results of their ejaculations in. The attendant normally used her own personal
slave to clean up this room, but this time she was going to have slave piglet do
the job instead. She ordered him to follow her, and explained his task to him
while they moved to the small booth and entered its cramped confines. She
handed him a small piece of cloth and said, "This is all you'll need to do the
job, and I expect the booth to be spotless when I come to inspect it. I mean
completely spotless!" She repeated knowingly.
Slave piglet inspected the small cubicle with distaste. It had one white
leather armchair positioned facing a two way mirror which was coin operated. A
clear plastic, miniature coffee table stood next to the chair, and on it was a
large plastic bowl, also transparent. Slave piglet approached the chair and
looked down at it. He was mortified to see that its shiny white leather bore
numerous brownish stains, obviously put there by the anuses of the people who
had used it. The bowl appeared to have what must have amounted to a couple of
cups of cold, stale, white semen in it, already beginning to coagulate with age.
His nostril twitched with revulsion at the tiny room's stale male sex aromas,
and he looked at the small rag which was all he had to clean it up with.
A surge of shame washed over him when he finally realised, of course, that he
was expected to provide the main means of cleaning, his mouth and tongue. He
knelt before the chair, his trapped penis struggling vainly to stiffen within
the confines of its cone as his obsequious excitement grew. He craned his head
forward and sniffed at the obscene odour of the stains on the plush white
leather. His brain began to sing with submissive joy, and he slipped his long
tongue out and lapped wetly at the largest, and most fresh of the rectal stains.
The corrupt tang of anal secretion flooded his senses while he zealously tongued
the stain from the chair. He moved from stain to stain and eagerly lapped at
them until all had been removed. While he worked his mind reeled with the
fantasy that he should be forced to work in this small cubicle, his sole task to
tongue clean the anal rings of the attending Masters, so they would not soil the
chair. He resolved to suggest the idea to the shop's attendant when he was
finished.
Once all the stains had been removed, slave piglet polished the sumptuous
leather with the rag until it shone. Then he turned his attention to the bowl
containing the products of the customers' ejaculations. He slipped his face into
the bowl and began to slurp up the musky fluid, like a kitten with a bowl of
cream. The pungent aroma of the stale semen, and its obscene, reeking flavour
soon filled his senses and caused a fresh burst of submissive adrenalin to surge
through his veins while he eagerly lapped up the musty man juice. He slurped
and lapped until all of the sex cream had been removed, and his contentedly
churning belly felt quite full. He licked the bowl clean and then polished it
with the rag. He inspected his work, and when he was satisfied he called out to
the Mistress that his task had been completed.
The Domatrix entered the cubicle and carefully inspected slave piglet's work.
"Good job, pig. Good job." She commented. Slave piglet then asked, "May I
make a suggestion, Mistress?" She permitted the slave to do so and he went on
to explain his idea for the booth to her. "Mistress, you should have a slave
with a wet tongue work in the booth. The slave could be made to lap the anal
rings of each of the Masters clean before they sat down so they wouldn't soil
the lovely white leather of the armchair." "That's not a bad idea, piglet. I'll
give it some serious thought." As they left the booth she commented to the
slave, "It's a pity you're not a pain slut, piglet. With your vivid imagination
I could have used you in the exhibitions we put on for the customers who use
this booth."
"As a reward for your performance in there I have decided to allow you to choose
one toy from my novelty display." The Mistress informed the slave, leading him
to a wall covered with erotic playthings. She looked at her watch, and a frown
of annoyance creased her smooth forehead. "Where is that swine of a slave of
mine," she mumbled, "This is the second time this month that the pig has been
late. Just wait till he gets here, I'll teach him a lesson about tardiness that
he won't forget for a while." She left slave piglet to choose his gift and went
back to her counter. The slave spent a little time studying the assortment of
items before choosing one that he thought would please his own Mistress greatly.
He was a little worried, however, when he returned to the shop attendant with
the toy of his choice. It was priced at $250, and he was sure that it would be
much too expensive for her to let him have in return for the small task he had
performed for her.
"What an appropriate choice, pig," The Mistress said, however, and then
continued, "If I'm not mistaken Lotta would never allow a slave's prick to sully
her perfect pussy. So when she uses this little gadget on you, little piglet,
you'll get a nice close-up view of what you're missing, complete with taste and
aroma. Won't that be nice for you?" She laughed. The kneeling slave replied,
"Oh, yes, Mistress!" Ecstatic because she had not seemed to care at all that he
had chosen one of the more expensive of her novelties. We'll leave an
explanation of the gadget slave piglet chose for later, when it is first put to
its intended use.
As soon as she had finished wrapping the toy, and had placed it with slave
piglet's other purchases, the door to the shop opened and the slave who had also
turned up during slave piglet's initial test rushed in. He immediately threw off
his long black leather cloak and fell to his knees before his Domatrix. He was
clad in a full body harness that only served to accentuate that all of his
sexual body parts were naked and available to whoever wished to make use of
them. He prostrated himself before his owner, his muscular, well marked bottom
slabs raised high and busied himself kissing the toes of her high heeled pumps
in a show of submission. Slave piglet could see that the slave was trembling
violently while his lips slobbered over the shiny leather, obviously distraught
with the fact that he was late and had displeased his owner. He had good reason
to be worried, as slave piglet was about to find out.
While the fawning male slave kissed her boots the shop Mistress took hold of a
long, heavy leather strap and flexed it cruelly. "You're late yet again, you
pile of swinish shit!" She yelled out at the grovelling slave, and smashed the
brutal strap into his raised bottom viciously. The slave yelped in pain and
howled out, "I'm sorry, Mistress! I'm sorry! Please, Mistress! Please punish
me hard so I may atone for my fault! Please punish me, my glorious Mistress!"
The cruel Domatrix raised the heavy strap high over her head once again and
roared, "You can be sure of that, you pile of pig dung! Your obese arse will
feel like its on fire before I'm through with you!" She brought the strap down
brutally hard and the crying slave moaned out his pain and suffering pitifully.
The Domatrix's strong arm rose and fell relentlessly, and the loud cracks of
leather meeting flesh resounded around the store.
Slave piglet looked on in awe. It was the first time he had ever seen anyone
hurt so cruelly, and his pulse raced at the strangely erotic sight of the
suffering slave's bottom being slowly but surely reddened and bruised with each
cruel blow. He was astounded to see that the suffering slave's long penis had
grown erect while he was being so savagely punished. The thick, hot organ now
arched up along his trembling belly, and visibly throbbed with the fall of each
ferociously delivered stroke. Slave piglet was also quite surprised to feel his
own restricted sex churning away in its tight captivity at the sight of the
discipline session.
After fully ten minutes of constant whipping the Domatrix threw down the strap,
looked down at her slave's horribly bruised posterior and snapped, "Let that be
a lesson to you, swine!" The cowering slave, his wounded bottom cheeks
throbbing with burning pain sobbed, "Thank you, Mistress! Thank you for your
mercy!" while he kissed her toes over and over. The sneering Mistress stared
down at the sobbing male and said, "Oh, don't think I'm finished with you yet,
you vile trash! Now, kneel up so that I can see you properly!" The slave
reared up and placed his hands behind his head in the classic pose of
submission, still sobbing with hurt and misery. His long penis, hot and stiff,
arched out lewdly from his leather framed crotch, its swollen purple glans
pulsating passionately. "Had you have managed to behave yourself today, swine,
I had intended to have this little piglet here suck off your slug. As it is
now, I'll be whipping it off when we get home tonight. What have you got to say
to that?"
The kneeling slave shuddered with dread and gasped, "Thank you, my darling
Mistress. You are so kind and considerate. I know that I do not deserve to
have my putrid slug sucked by another slave. I know that I deserve to have its
scum whipped from it. I beg you, divine Mistress, when you whip it, please show
no mercy. I have earned my punishment and beg you to administer it without
pity!" The shop Mistress then ordered slave piglet to kneel next to his fellow
chattel. She closed the door to the shop, and put up a sign informing patrons
that the store was to be unattended for a half an hour, and then removed her
long leather
skirt.
The two kneeling serfs gazed up at the towering Domatrix, marvelling at the
beauty of her long shapely legs, clad in their dark silk finery. She smiled
down at them while unsnapping her tiny G-string. The cruel whipping of her
slave's arse had obviously aroused her sexually, for her substantial penis could
be seen to be erect under the supple leather. Slave piglet gasped with delight
when the skimpy cache-sex fell away from her groin and her erect penis, in all
its beauty, jutted out from the bush of dark curls decorating her crotch. Slave
piglet stared at the penis, with his mouth already beginning to water with a
strange longing to taste it, and thought to himself that it was the loveliest
male organ he had ever seen, so perfectly shaped, and not overly large, so it
would fit into a slave's adoring mouth with comfort, and allow the slave to
employ all of his expertise in giving it exquisite pleasure.
The slave's erotic daydreaming was rudely interrupted by the authorative voice
of the Mistress, "Do you like my cock, little piglet?" She asked. Slave piglet
shuddered with delight and cried out excitedly, "Your penis is gorgeous,
Mistress!" "Would you like to suck it for me you little swine?" Piglet flushed
with humiliation, but his own captive penis tried vainly to harden within its
cone with submissive ardour, and he replied enthusiastically, "Oh, yes,
Mistress! Please! I would be eternally grateful for the privilege of sucking
your lovely, lovely penis! I yearn to taste its delicious sexiness!" "Would you
like to drink its cream. little piglet?" The mocking Mistress continued.
"Please! Please! Darling Mistress! It would transport this slave to paradise
if your penis was to reward its sucking mouth with the cascade of your divine
juices!"
The domineering transsexual turned her attention back to her own chattel, and
said to him, "Tell the little piglet what my prick tastes like, what its cream's
tangy flavour is like, for, as part of your punishment for your tardiness, I'm
going allow piglet to suck me off. As for you, you are going to get your face
right next to his busy mouth so that you get a good view of what you are
missing. Now tell the piglet what a lovely reward he is going to get." The
shop Mistress's slave answered with a voice betraying his anguish at the latest
cruelty of his owner, "Piglet, you are so lucky. My Mistress's beautiful, hot,
stiff cock tastes so delicious it makes my heart ache with joy when ever she
allows me to savour it. Her ball cream is the most delicious and succulently
luscious ambrosia that it has ever been my privilege to swallow. I hope and
pray that you appreciate the extraordinary gift my ravishing Mistress is
granting you."
The tall transsexual Domatrix looked down at her slave with a mockingly severe
look creasing her pretty features and commented, "You are totally incorrigible,
slut of mine. You failed to describe the taste of my golden nectar to the
piglet. Never mind. Because I am so compassionate I will allow you to drink
your fill of that particular elixir after I had fed little piglet from my balls.
Be sure, however, to save a little so you can give him a taste too." As an
after thought, and as she manoeuvred slave piglet into a position before her
spread thighs, she said to her slave, "I want you to describe the piglet's
performance for my listening pleasure while he suckles me, and, of course, to
re-enforce to you what you are missing out on yourself."
Slave piglet was ordered to begin after his wrist cuffs had been attached to
each other, trapping his arms behind his back. The Mistress explained that she
did not allow slaves the use of their hands when she permitted them to worship
her penis with their mouths. Slave piglet reached forward with his head and
joyfully buried his face in the Domatrix's groin. He breathed deeply through
his nose so that his senses were submerged in the sexual aromas that wafted from
her moist genitals. He snaked his long, hot wet tongue out and laved it wetly
over the tightly packed testicles nestled at the base of the transsexual's stiff
penis. "Piglet is lapping your gorgeous balls, darling Mistress!" Her slave
cried out jealously.
Slave piglet concentrated his devoted efforts on the testicles for a couple of
minutes and then furled his long tongue around the base of the penis stem. The
slave then began to lave up and down the pulsating stem, as if he were using his
tongue to masturbate it. "He's pulling your divine prick off with his tongue,
sweet Mistress." The watching slave gasped. The Mistress was soon sighing with
pleasure at the sensations slave piglet's clever tongue was eliciting. She
breathed passionately, "Watch closely, swine, he is so good at this. You might
learn something!"
Meanwhile slave piglet was mentally preparing himself for the joy he would
experience when he finally engulfed the marvellous penis he was adoring in his
ecstatic mouth. He drew a deep breath and opened his mouth wide over the tip of
the jutting pole. He swept his tongue joyously over the satin skinned, dripping
head of the tasty penis, thrilling to the rich flavours it exuded, and then
plunged his gaping mouth down over the pulsing organ. He took its entire length
into his adoring gullet, not stopping until his nose was buried in the soft
curly hairs at its base, and its leaking head was lodged firmly in the back of
his convulsing throat. "He has deep throated you, divine Mistress." The
watching slave gasped, green with envy. "I can see his throat massaging your
heavenly prick head, Mistress. I can see his tongue working on your cock stem.
Oh, Mistress! How I envy the piglet! How I long to be in his place, to have
your sacred cock filling my yearning gullet!"
Slave piglet barely heard the slave's pitiful ramblings. He was so engrossed in
pleasing the Mistress by sucking her penis with such sensual skill that she
would remember him forever. His submissive mind was filled with servile pride
as he sensed the orgasm he was working so diligently to provoke beginning to
build. He subtly altered his erotic tactics when he felt the penis beginning to
swell, and become even hotter in his mouth, and began to pump his mouth slowly
up and down on the jerking stalk. His head bobbed up and down with ever
increasing pace as the Mistress's arousal built. His tongue went wild over the
heated surface of the pistoning column of sexual ecstasy. The transsexual
domatrix's breathing was now ragged and tiny shrieks of pleasure escaped
continually from her gasping mouth.
"He's swallowing your delicious cum. He's drinking the elixir of your cumming
prick, Mistress! Oh how ecstatic he must be feeling, my Mistress, while your
hot, creamy spunk is sliding down his throat!" The panting slave cried as his
Mistress's spasming penis surrendered its boiling juices to slave piglet's
talented maw in jet after jet of spurting delirious pleasure. She squealed out
in her absolute delight and jammed her spurting penis deeply down the working
slave's industrious throat. When the strong contractions of her climax finally
began to ebb slave piglet pursed his lips strongly around the base of her organ
and drew them slowly up the length of the stem, squeezing out her remaining
semen and swallowing it with relish. He repeated this over and over until the
penis had softened and was drained of every last drop of its musky cream.
He withdrew his mouth from the wilted penis and raised his face to the sated
transsexual, and cried, "Thank you, fabulous Mistress! Thank you so much for
allowing me to serve you. My slave belly is glowing with happiness at having
the luscious cream of your exalted penis warming it!"
"You really are quite good at that, little piglet, really quite good." She
stared down at her own slave and said, "I hope you have learnt something from
slave piglet's demonstration, swine. In fact I'm seriously considering asking
Mistress Lotta to allow slave piglet to give you lessons in cock worship, he is
so good. Anyhow, I suppose I did promise you a drink, and so you'll get it."
The male slave raised his mouth to his Mistress's limp, hanging penis tube and
made to engulf it when she snapped, "Just open your trap and let me use it as
the toilet it is. Don't you forget that I have promised slave piglet a taste."
The dutiful slave poised his gaping mouth below the lovely, hanging penis head
he so worshipped, and waited. A look of pained concentration crossed the
standing Domatrix's features and, almost without warning, a golden stream began
to flow from the tip of her penis and an abundant stream of golden urine began
to flow into her slave's open mouth. Slave piglet's eyes took in the obscene
sight of the Mistress's urine splashing into her slave's gaping mouth. He saw
his throat convulsing wildly as he strove to swallow the salty liquid without
wasting a precious drop. As soon as her stream had ebbed to a mere dribble, he
thrust out his long tongue and delicately cleansed her dribbling slit. "Give
slave piglet a taste!" she commanded. The two slaves kissed deeply, tongues
duelling lasciviously, and slave piglet savoured the salty tang of the
dominating transsexual's golden nectar with feelings of submissive humiliation
flooding through him.
Slave piglet quickly donned his track suit, collected his parcels and, after
bidding the Mistress an appropriate goodbye, left the store and entered the
waiting limousine. Once inside the spacious limousine he again stripped. Slave
piglet did not have to ask the driver to be allowed to suck his penis this time,
the driver himself suggested it and, of course, slave piglet was only too happy
to agree. When he arrived back home Mistress Lotta commented laconically, that
the car was parked out front for a long time. Her blushing slave told her that
he had sucked the driver's penis for him as she had commanded him to, twice in
fact. She asked him if he had enjoyed doing it and the slave replied that he
enjoyed doing whatever she expected of him. They then went on to inspect his
purchases, slave piglet modelling each costume for her with utter slavish
happiness.
